Tuesday, March 8, 2011

fat tuesday

Mardi Gras

The terms "Mardi Gras" (pronounced /ˈmɑrdiɡrɑː/), "Mardi Gras season", and "Carnival season", in English, refer to events of the Carnival celebrations, beginning on or after Epiphany and culminating on the day before Ash Wednesday. Mardi Gras is French for "Fat Tuesday" (in ethnic English tradition, Shrove Tuesday), referring to the practice of the last night of eating richer, fatty foods before the ritual fasting of the Lenten season, which begins on Ash Wednesday.       (from wikipedia)


i went to td bank the other day and they had a nice little table with mardi gras stuff....well, actually only beads and of course brochures for investing and loans and boring crap like that....i took the beads....a whole bunch...  i ran like the girl in the ikea commercial..."start the car"   i figured the nice lady who put together my visa gift card would be running after me..."you can only take one...!!!!!"
i took six....2 of each color...  it works... and my kids wanted to hi-jack them when we all got home....  um.  no... my score.  

i began my celebration of fat tuesday, sans the necklaces, at the gym where most of the people are older, quiet folk.  it's a beautiful thing, everyone unobtrusively doing their thing while billy squier and def leppard play on the gym surround sound and they watch stocks and bonds as curse at their little tvs (literally, even with disgusted hand movements)....

i took myself to the elliptical because after my 5 plus miles running yesterday, i needed to not run and give my bad ankle a well deserved rest.   so as i became elliptically zen, i found myself in a diagonal of extremely loud conversation between 2 people talking (i use that word sarcastically) treadmill to elliptical, elliptical to treadmill....i didn't notice megaphones, but perhaps they were under the invisibility cloak for security purposes.  

i turned up the volume on my little ipod shuffle to retain MY zen.  that worked for about 2 minutes until mr "winner", charlie sheen popped up on the tv.   let's DISCUSS this debacle elliptical to treadmill, treadmill to elliptical.  uncle kracker was trying to sing me the same song for 5 minutes....or more...zen was lost.    only to temporarily regain bliss once again after the sheen firestorm dwindled down to embers.  then another person joined in and they formed a triangle and i was dead center.   needless to say, with all the distraction and hootenanny, the 40 minutes on the faux-cross-country-something-or-other while being mid -center of the dark side of the moon triangle was  over before i knew it and it was actually a great workout.  
out of the doldrums may come a rainbow....or at least some zen....at the very least more charlie sheen insanity....

every day is a carnival around here....  we celebrate, all we need is the tent.

tomorrow a visit to master wu for some acupuncture....







3 comments:

  1. ...elliptical zen...that is a good place.

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  2. Wine....bubbles....and Pink Floyd. Trust me.

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  3. I hate those rude gym-sters that manage to break the "zen"

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